Niniva stepped up besides them both with a light click of her footwear to the stone flooring, coming from the shadows, it would seem. The area was barely lit at all, simple torches were set up along the walls; few and far apart. Giving off a dark orange glow to the dank under-labyrinth of the arena. In the center however, one could see the light of day shining down through the thin metal grid, and hear the echoes of hollering crowds, thirsty for action.

She herself was in a reverted state, her skin of sand, hair of forest; she stood to the right of both of her partners. Hands running over each section of her form, making sure each set of weaponry was in check. The first order of battle is to be well prepared. She then settled her fingers around the grips of her short blades at her sides. "A good offense, is a good defense, afterall" She would state aloud in response to Angell's statement. The relative darkness of this hall would serve her well, these were the conditions in which she was used to.

Kevin sighed. I'll almost be attacking blindly, Hard to see down here He blinked, Trying to see his surroundings better. Or...I'll just stick to sounds..... "Just don't make too much noise when moving around..."He mumbled to himself, replying to his thoughts. He stepped backwards slowly, In case of attack. Better my partners getting hurt than me, Right?He asked himself. He felt the need to cough, but succeeded to say quiet. "So...Are we just gonna fight an opponent individually?" He whispered to his partners, Still behind both of them.

A figure seemed to begin to form out of seemingly nothing a good distance away, slowly approaching a gainig shape and form as it was turning into a large humaniod figure. Eventually, it stopped and finished fully forming. In front of them stood a behemoth of a man, or was it a man. A knight in a grey, heavy, damaged, worn armor. A helmet on his head revealing only darkness and two cruel red looking eyes staring at them, almost into their souls. He stood perfectly still, towering over the two, his sword drawn and planted into the ground, point first, his hand gripping the very bottom of his hilt.

The sword was larger then he was, a massive two handed blade, it appeared unwieldy and worn. A slab of steel, not a blade. Yet, here he stood with it. One being in front of him was a werewolf like creature and the other an average person from the looks of things. He was in the right place as ordered.

"My master has ordered me to assist you two. As instructed, I have appeared here. We will...."wing it." As you say." The being spoke, his voice, cruel, demonic, soulless sounding, sending a shiver down the spine of anyone who had been in the area.

DH just intimidated me D:))

J-corp took a few steps back to get a good look at the being. He crossed his arms and looked at it some more. "You sound familiar. That voice is familiar... Maybe someone in Hell told a detailed story about you or, you've been in my presence before, but you sound so familiar." J-corp walked up lifted himself up a few feet by flaping his wings, blowing sand across the floor and dust across the ground. J-corp was face to face with him and said, "You don't seem very suited for this battle, you better bring your "A" game. I'm pretty sure our enemy is fast, or at least one will be. Just make sure you're faster and more deadly than your opponent."

EDIT:OOC: I just did a crappy post.

"Get out of my face filth." The being said firmly, his eyes glowing with an intense hatred in his eyes. "You know not with what force you talk so casually to mortal. I am Nosferatu. The Death Incarnate. I am from Neither Hell nor this world. You will worry about your own well being....or I will slay you here and now" He said and pulled the blade out effortlessly from the ground. An extra two feet emerged from the ground. He wielded it as though it were nothing at all to him. "You have been warned."

OoC: Random tidbit, i do notice a big difference in how well you all are rping thus far, as opposed to how you normally do. J-corp, kebin, Luna, etc. I knew you guys were capable , Just felt like saying, is all.

Corp smiles, still floating, the smile shows his fangs and he says, "Now I know who you are." J-corp's smile got bigger and it seemed as though it would be stuck like that. "You're pretty damn good. You make warlocks tremble. Paladins cower at your name, and I heard you've killed Black Knights of Darkness. Things who kill dark powered creatures, but you kill everything so you're an exeption." J-corp landed back on the ground and step back from him, giving Nosferatu, his personal space. "I wanted to see if you acted as strong as you look. Now, I can't wait to see if you fight as strong." J-corp began snapping his fingers causing sparks between the two. "Now, Human..." He said as he turned around. "I hope to see a great battle put up from you."

OOC: I shouldn't have been so calm, b**** just called me a mortal.

O RLY? I used to be better, back when RPing meant the world for me D: Now it's not as fun...I don't know why))
Angell groaned "I'm sick of waiting, honestly." He said as he looked around "I never was patient when it came to battle...Are we going to do this or not?"

Ooc: it has its on and off periods., i got disinterested for a time, now im pretty interested again. If you arent interested, no reason to stay

Nosferatu walked past Chris and Corp without saying a word. His headvy metal boots made a loud echoing clanging sound with each step. Those against him would hear this sound in complete silence. Intimidation before defeat, and death.

"Here." He stated firmly and stopepd after aways. Mainitaining the same tone of voice. He raised his blade up. He brought it high above his head and slammed it hard into the ground. As he did, the floor infront of him collapsed as he followed all the way through with just one hand. An opening was made leading into a dark abyss below. He brought the blade back up and sheathed it on a poorly made sheath. A tattered thing of torn bandages and worn leather straps. Amazingly, it held the weight.

He took intiative and leapt into the abyss and looked around, the area being further lit up now due to the lack of ceiling in this part. He starred into the poorly lit labrynth with his red demonic eyes, seeing through the darkness, seeking out his foes.

It's not as fun as before, it's still fun though ))

J-corp watched Nosferatu, as he did what he did. "AHH!" He yelled, shocked and pissed. "I'm not going to let that damned behemoth, have all the fun." J-corp looked at Chris, "You better make down here in time." J-corp walked over to the hole and proceeded into it, landing next to Nosferatu. J stared into the darkness and waited for his eyes to adjust. "Nosferatu. Should I light a fire to help us guide our way, or not? Becuase if I do make light we'll be easly spotted, but then again I am a werewolf so I would hear them coming."

Chris stood in silence during his teammates' conversation, not wanting to get involved. Seemed like quite a bit of tension there for a sec... I hope the other team's not getting along too well either. Then Chris unsheathed his sword, and followed after his allies. Hmmm, it feels kinda weird being the only human on this team...

He laughed quietly. "Go, Be impatient." "Get yourself killed." He whispered calmly and quietly to his partner. He was still listening for small sounds, as his eyes stil hadn't adjusted to the lighting too well. He walked back a couple more stepts and bumped into something. He quickly jumped back. J-just the wall.. He leaned on the wall again, fully aware of what it was.